I am so sorry, my loving readers.

Today's post is going to be extremely short because I have to go watch a meteor shower at a lakey place and I'm going to stay the night there.

Today, I started doing a fabulous fake-audiobook of Unwind by Neal Shusterman. And we had finally figured out how the programmy thing works and how to do everything. And we were finally getting more than a sentence or two done at one time. And then the application we were doing it on quit. It was quite horrible. Two hours of work... gone.

Anyway, I was first thinking of doing a quick book review of Unwind, but I don't think I have enough time to do that and pack. So... hmm.

I think I'm going to do a little linky thing in the sidebar of this where it lists a bunch of cool blogs. If you want me to have yours, leave a comment. :D

I got yelled at earlier at a WRITING class for correcting someone's grammar. They told me that it didn't matter. It hurt me on the inside.

While you wait for me to have another fabulous blog post, go watch A Very Potter Musical. Random? It is not. BECAUSE I am currently listening to the soundtrack. GO WATCH IT! I command you. It is easily the most hilarious thing ever.

Post of random stuff because my brain can't concentrate on one thing at a time.

I'm pretty sure I haven't touched on how much I hate high school sports on this blog. Let me start out by saying the following:

I hate high school sport teams.

I was reminded of this tonight when I played soccer with two really good friends... and then some people who were on my soccer team for school. We exchanged a 'Hi.' and 'I like your new haircut.' and 'Nice pass.' but that was it. And these were what I considered the nicer of my old team. Just a warning, prepare for angst.

I've decided that I'm never playing sports for a school ever again. Mostly because your play time and acceptance is based on your popularity. I mean, when in high school isn't it? Except for my school. I'd like to think that my school is past all the popularity crap and everything. I think we are. But since I go to a school where there are no sports, my friend guilt-tripped me into trying out for soccer at her school. I mean, just to try out I had to pay thirty dollars. And when I realized that I hated it, I couldn't really back out because I had to pay another hundred and fifty.

That season, we had something like twenty games. That's a lot for a month and a half time period. Especially if you want to be able to practice and do homework and have a freaking life. (Hey, look. It's a picture of Bill Kaulitz. Because he's amazingly gorgeous. Did you know that he is the definition of androgynous and ambiguous? And he is the love of men.)

Maybe I'll just stop talking about how much I hate stuff and start talking about how BEAUTIFUL Bill Kaulitz is. In the past fifteen minutes I have been chatting with my ex-wifey about how beautiful he is and how we want to cry because he's prettier than most chicks. Gah. Why does he get to be soooooooooooo pretty? It's sooo unfair.

Why do I keep stopping typing to look at pictures of him? It's so depressing.

Now I've totally lost my train of thought and I'm not in the mood to rant about sports. What to type about?

Have you ever randomly nail polished your skin in cool patterns? Or random objects sitting near you? I always end up doing that during the summer. It's all 'OOH! Nail polish! Darn. My nails are already painted. Maybe I'll paint my leg or this conviently placed sticky note or maybe my cell phone.' That's totally my thought process.

Have I ever mentioned that at the beginning of summer when I cleaned my room I organized my book wall? I alphabetized it by title. It's so organized it's not even funny. And it hasn't fallen over yet. Which is amazing.

Augh, it's getting late and I have to get up early and I can't think of anything else to write about at the moment and I'm sleepy and hungry and augh.